How deep does it go? Make a kind incision.
Draw a sigil with my index finger in division
Of your wings in a gentle attack
From the nape of your neck to the small of your back.
Electricity. The spark inside your spinal column
Make you quiet as the atmosphere has sanctified and sound is solemn.
And I recall em from the time of regret.
You can call me your servant. You can call me your pet.

And you can savour the truest way to love they neighbour.
Succumb Divinity, insinuate you love they labour.
I saw a vision of conspiring fates
In the shapes that make up your beautiful face.
There's no percentage or residential benefits
Or real way to quantify the overwhelming evidence
That the severance from entropy leads to the station
Of pleasant forms of sensory deprivation.

No more relief. Relief's not needed.
Satisfied with the sway of the space.
When you're stroking my hair with your hand on my waist. Love it.
All thoughts and movements are correct.
Many times when I felt misaligned.
I was waiting for you. I was outta my mind.

Little black camisole. Ankle socks. Petticoat.
Medical manacles, cannibal pentacles, honeycomb.
Money gone stockings. Chemical sentinel walking.
No need to talk but a mental will to stop watching.
In the comical, experience the serious.
I want it dominant. I want imperious.
I want authority's hand. I want your governance.
I am the coveted. You're the covetous.

Limited hours. Devour your stimulants now for intimate powers.
Allow your sentiment down. No cynical flowers. 
No cowering. Elegant.
Trace the lines of the dour to the roots of your skeleton.
And now we're dead again. What's the etiquette?
Are we mannequins? Are we feminine?
Doesn't matter 'cause I feel no need for penitence.
Another renaissance. Another specimen
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Samples 
1. Dvořák, Symphony No. 9, Conducted by Georg Solti for the Chicago Symphony Orchestra. London Records.

Sigil

Irreverent, never could be solemn.
Anger wasn't T. Turns out it was a me problem.
Was an A, tried to put me in the B column.
See the writing on my head? I'm a she-golem.

A single letter makes the Emet, Meth.
The jagged ink lines between truth and death.
If the word's impure, you won't heed the lesson.
Watch your body seek acceptance as a permanent weapon.

I bore witness to infernos raging out on the plain.
And I focused them down to a little blue flame.
And I use the little flame to assign what I feel
To a little blue blade that can cut through steel.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Sovereignty, commonly assigned to big drama.
Devilish ghosts designed to eat up.
Think the motherfucker metaphysics pause inside the big comma.
Servile silence must be corrupt.

Wanna take em by the jugular, lay em flat
In the six positions on the ugly mat.
Take a baseball bat and with six collisions,
Smug precision, take your vision back.

And I saw the little Gods that reside in the earth.
And I suddenly knew what the focus was worth.
And sympathy's sweat from divine directors
Rendered little ol me these Gods' protector.

And abominations fall beneath my even temper.
Will you seek redemption or redeem the center
Of esteemed assenters? Will you seek the answer?
Let the little blue blade cut out the cancer.

Samples:
1. Glass Onion, The Beatles 
2. Vitamin C, Can
3. 74-75, Sonny Sharrock
4. Enter the Dragon, Bruce Lee
5. Verklärte Nacht, Arnold Schoenberg

Little Blue Blade

Had a jacket hadn't put on in a long time.
Seam stuck out and headed down the wrong line
To a pocket where I knew that I had got mine
Once the sun's eye blotted out the thoughtcrime.

I found a lighter in the depts of the jacket pocket.
A soul delivered in the mask of a plastic object.
Had to bask in the terror of the drastic project
Of forgetting all the brass I saw within your logic.

But I remember this lighter and the cigarette
When you tried to quit.
You're always trying to quit. 
But this final dart, would be the end of it.

Next day I saw you hack a few on Queen Street.
Walked up with my stupid little mean streak.
You looked sheepish and you asked "Do you hate me?"
I laughed a trace and I said "not lately."

I asked you if you want your lighter for your pleasure burden.
You said "it's a gift. you need it bitch. I know you're hurtin"
We stood in silence in the frigid cold death weather.
Then I bummed another dart and we smoked together.

I think that must have been three four years ago,
The time I knew you for a microcosmic miracle.
Echoic seering my mind of the serial
Tapestry scraps scrolling past as your burial.

Saw your body embalmed in a small space.
Saw your mug made up like a doll's face.
It made me nauseous and nostalgic in the wrong ways.
I had to con myself calm into a false grace.

Your parents asked if I thought that you had really suffered.
I said "I didn't know enough about your lovely daughter."
And I don't know if there's an afterlife or kindly God or
Sign that e can point to that - and then I stuttered.

I saw the answer I was giving them was devastating.
So I said 'No," but this answer wasn't placating.
Three seconds felt eons as I kept them waiting.
For reassurance they succeeded in their child-raising.

And in a panic, blurted out that she would always get
A bit erratic but emphatically get over it.
This just made your crying mother more upset.
She said "guess she didn't love us more than she loved death."

Three millisecond trek into something cosmic.
Had a beautiful life, but then I went and lost it.
Memory bank starved for fresh deposits.
Put the old jacket back in the death closet.

Samples:
1. Angels and Demons at Play, Sun Ra, Angels and Demons at Play (1965)
2. The Big Sleep, (1946)
3. That's How I Feel, Sun Ra, Lanquidity (1978)
4. Klankbeeld, Medium local traffic 02 161003_1004.wav, Freesound (2016)
5. Frank Sinatra, It Was a Very Good Year, September of my Years (1965)
6. Hedonfire, River, birds, distant loon, Freesound (2022)

I Don't Hate You

They're hunting me every day.
Looming threat on the horizon.
Predator try and make me pray.
Looming threat on the horizon.
May I gain the horror's grace?
Looming threat on the horizon.
Now I see the devil's face.
Looming threat on the horizon.

Sharp teeth. Eyes red.
Will you join the glorious dead?
Will you see fit to help deplete this land
For elites' demand for completeness?
Weak stomach. Coward's strategy
On the back of the power's chastity.
Last longer in your fast lane fantasy
But they won't let you go on longer than you have to be

Useful. I saw the superficial and I wanted to embrace it.
Useful. Temporary safety disguised as the faceless.

Gun to your head now it's time for your discrete example.
Congregation cheers for a bullet in defeated temples.
Ernst Röhm, Maricón, Roy Cohn, knives out.
Long blades shave, turn your insides wide out.

Mortgage you future for five years of opulence
Knowing you're betrayed by the prophecy's confidence.
Is the extra year of life before the laying of the knife worth indignity?
The time bomb of providence?

Useful. A little more time getting coddled by the predator.
Useful. You aren't like me. You're only a competitor.

All the sights. All the smells. 
All the people meaning well.
Say you act like you should once
You're one of the good ones.
You make an enormous
Pathetic performance.
The normative chorus
Endorsing the torments.

Take a finger off. Crowd shouts "more."
Take your arm off. Crowd shouts "more."
They see your blood and they call you "whore."
This is the life you bargained for.

Take your legs and your eyes and your mouth and your 
Senses out from the real of doubt.
It's the final route. It's the fate of the unethical.
Your soul is more than merely hypothetical.

Might be too weak to hear it
But that's the sound of your putrid spirit.
Its whimpering, hoarse and desiccated.
Its source cut off when your force is domesticated.

Samples:
1. Law and Order: SVU, "Fallacy" (2003)
2. Strut Hear, Kid Koala, Carpal Tunnel Syndrome (2000)
3. Das Rheingold, Wagner
4. Ghosts: First Variation, Albert Ayler, Spiritual Unity (1965)
5. Sound Landscapes, Laughter in the Beaubourg, Freesound (2011)
6. Kid Charlemagne, Steely Dan, The Royal Scam (1976)
7. Le Tombeau de Couperin, Ravel
8. William F. Buckley and Gore Vidal debating

Looming Threat On The Horizon

I was created. Heart fated to manipulated.
Arc sated with marked hatred and
Stark relations to the dark days of our haven.
A star murdered by the arts statement.

Can't be saved, but you start saving.
What's the name that you aren't naming?
It's a fame where your famous.
Eternal peace that is not painless.
Steel soul but it's not stainless.
What's insane is that

The time I spent in this residence was brief.
Most hours suffered covering for other's relief.
Inside was an exercise made for grief.
Everyday the wolf. Everyday the teeth.
And I could see see beneath
His great unwillingness to injure me.
With all the violence of twenty-first century.
It's sensory but with an eccentricty.
All the pain is just Electricity.

And the angels wouldn't would help you...
I was torn to shreds over a sullen sky
An underneath the eye was the author's dread.
Where he lay his head. Where he dreamt of me
In an empty dream where he saw me dead.
And he wept for me 'cause he knew vice.
His dream necessitated my sacrifice.
Can't be resuscitated or you pay the price
With something drastic. She's dead. Wrapped in plastic.

From my body came a river of blood
Which unburdened the land and formed the basis love.
A small village evolved from the nourishing red.
As my eyes dissolved and melted out of my head.
Upon the flesh that is the altar
I formed the people's agriculture
And criminality in serial adulterers.
Take the salt and sow the land I made with seedy cults or
Solve the problem better yet with calls to fear me as the mother.

My muscle stretched to a horrendous length.
Tried to end its strength like a waifish saint.
What you are, you aint. It's the karmic paint.
Armageddon's date. It's almost at the gate.

And while it snuffs me out, you will watch again.
It's enough to doubt the resolve of man.
Do the best you can but you'll fall in love.
and you'll make me live so you can dress me up.

1. Seas of Cheese, Primus, Sailing the Seas of Cheese (1991)
2. Twin Peaks: Fire Walk With Me (1992)
3. Vocalise-Étude, Olivier Messiaen, Carolina Eyck, theremin
Ievgeniia Iermachkova, piano (2017)
4. Concerto for Double Bass in F-Sharp Minor, Serge Koussevitsky (1904)
5. Casta Diva, Vincenzo Bellini, Norma (1831) Maria Callas (1958)
6. Twin Peaks: The Return (2017)

Meanwhile...

Had a hard time knowing who to trust.
I starved myself of human touch.
Thought my soul was high above this.
I've had enough of being loveless.

I feel the lust. I feel the hum.
Of a thousand imaginary voices pleading me to cum.
I gotta be polite. Gotta do my best.
Spend a lifetime getting all their notes, fulfilling their requests.

Letting all the ghosts in. 
Playing host to a universal motion.
Hears the waves of the ecto-ocean 
Water lapping up your soul's devotion.
"Never gonna hurt her."
Whisper ghosts to reassure her.
"We're not gonna murder,
Our favourite public pervert."

Feeling like Scheherazade.
Another tale for a punitive demigod.
Living Necronomicon.
Staving off death by making up phenomena.
For the entertainment 
Of a brainless, hateful audience of satans. SATANS!
Make another statement.
You don't wanna end up in their basement.

Long time flipping for the freedom I seek.
We inherit the meek as the earth rejects.
Long time thinking your demeanour was weak
But submissive mystique is one that protects.
It's a feeling you get when you never regret
When they burn your neck with a cigarette.
It's a ziggurat. Where the temples at.
Now shut your fucking mouth and grab my ass.

Give me your possession. Obliterate my body as a true confession.
I am but a vessel for the machinations of your devils.

I'm never me at any second but my fate is ordained.
How can the voice of death beckon when no ego remains?
When you're everybody else I thought that I could be not I.
I'm not alive so I thought I could never really die.

Chemical dependence. 
I'm an animal serving her sentence.
Never think about descendants. 
It exacerbates existing tensions.
You can still eliminate
Egoless entities, making them assimilate. 
And the chemical will levitate.
It separates, forms a precipitate. 

Causality's hand is vicious.
Couldn't escape the incidental wishes.
Acidic hiss from caustic kisses
Of a cosmic stalker who reminisces
Of a back and forth, of a gentle business,
in the mental physics of an avatar.
It's an abattoir. Not your decisions
But the odd incisions of the butcher's art.

It's the butcher's heart. It's the comedy.
When they're taking it apart for economies. 
It's an honour common on the daughter's coffin.
Often primadonna's offer freedom on this. Thoughtless.

On and off in your subconscious.
Haunted housewife, softened convict.
On the outside, doubt you're dauntless
But in the interior, fear the process.

SAMPLES
1. You Boy, Carol Anderson, 7" Single (1972)
2. Eastside Verse Drums, Garageband Loop
3. He Was a Big Freak, Betty Davis, They Say I'm Different (1974)
4. Scheherazade, Rimsky-Korsakov, Detroit Symphony (2024)
5. Sweat Loaf, Butthole Surfers, Locust Abortion Technician (1987)
6. Something, The Beatles, Abbey Road (1969)
7. Halber Mensch, Einstürzende Neubauten, Halber Mensch (1985)

Lyrics

Thought the rage would subside as my soul grew older.
Thought my age would surprise me with a little closure.
Like a sage, I was paid in fire, solar exposure.
At this stage, they're conspiring to make me a soldier.

Thought the fighting had all but ceased. The calm disease,
Ill-gotten peace. You're on your knees. The domineering colonies
Have not decreased. Your enemies are commandeering
All the beasts. You're deceased.

You can sense it now. Your defence is down.
It's offensive how how what the rest allows
Is the festering present in midwestern towns.
Is the severing endeavour of resentful crowns.

Private equity wanna mess with me
So incessantly cause I'm peasantry.
Tired of pardoning the liars so pleasantly.
Agony in the Garden of Gethsemane.

Mother, if you can let this cup pass me by.
Nevertheless let it be as you would have it, not I.
If the cup cannot pass and the water were to think it,
Thy will be done, now the daughter has to drink it.

I beg you Holy Spirit, won't you give me reassurance?
My nervousness must hear it, the eternal reoccurrence. 
Please cure me of the fear. It won't inure me to the world's burdens.
Let the girl be clear of her role as an infernal servant. Earn it!

Who's the governing authority? Is the policy official?
Is the mother of the allegory truly sacrificial?
Her othering sorority discovers interstitials.
Like All Witches, L.A.W. are my initials. Missiles!

Will you earn respect if you resurrect? 
Are you concerned your death cannot secure the debt?
Are the benefits of murdering you indirect?
Enough time spent in penitence to second guess.

And you complacency replaced with agency.
No more of Wait-and-See, of warming Satan's seat.
You accelerate the pace. No more latency.
Thank fuckin' God you have forsaken me.

Mother, if you can let this cup pass me by.
Nevertheless let it be as you would have it, not I.
If the cup cannot pass and the water were to think it,
Thy will be done, now the daughter has to drink it.

Samples:
1. "Be Water, My Friend," Bruce Lee, Pierre Berton Interview (1971)
2. (In My) Solitude, Billie Holiday, Billie Holiday Sings (1952)
3. 1,000 Deaths, D'Angelo and the Vanguard, Black Messiah (2014)
4. Freddie's Dead, Curtis Mayfield, Superfly (1972)
5. Ethel Beatty, I Know You Care, 7" Single (1981)
6. Alto Glide, Hawkshaw, Brian Bennett, Woolley & Feltham, kpm Music Recorded Library (1974)

Let This Cup Pass Me By

Lyrics

Summon a sentience from an abundance of emptiness.
No connectivity. Honestly common for solemn proclivities.
Had an epiphany - visions of enemies burning in effigy.
Feel like Persephone, taken away to a place that's not meant for me.
Or like a Kennedy, not 'cause I'm powerful,
'Cause I'll die violently. Make a devouring mother
A towering figure and silently practice your cowering
In a calamity. How are you sleeping?
Are you not grieving for a lost innocence, one you exchanged for a feeling of eminence?

I hate your money, your glamour, your opulence,
Moron's Extravagance, garbage aesthetic of wealth.
Mediocrity hides in the spectacle. Substanceless posturing. 
Can't wait to see you in Hell.

Steely austerity hiding the scavenger of moral clarity.
I hate your charity. I wouldn't need it if not for disparities
You manufactured for parody's pleasure-bound measures to hound and embarrass me.
No aristocracy goes without saying "please pity me.
Please, it's not enough that I covet it. Please, I need to be so beloved that
Seas part for my infernal covenant. Suffering's something that I can relieve.
Look at my teeth. Weep for the predator given the task of humanity's editor,
Senator's son, generous creditor. Why can't you love me for morsels I leave?

Samples

1. Man from Tanganyika, McCoy Tyner, Tender Moments (1968)
2. Solo Voice and Electronics, Pamela Z, Live Performance (November 19, 2017)
3. Heliocentric, Sun Ra, The Heliocentric Worlds of Sun Ra, Volume One (1965)



Can't Wait to See You in Hell

Lyrics

They wanna be an old stone building in the middle of a city that's failing.
They wanna have a lasting feeling, eternity, all-maintaining.
Abstaining from my sustenance, us and them discussing what's the otherness.
Explaining what's enough of this blood you stoke into the stone of nothingness.

The comedy's hand receives you, takes the land you need beneath you.
See the man? He will deceive you. Get into his limousine's evil preview.
It's a vision of death where you're him or you're out. 
Bloody stone building with a leech's mouth.
To each his doubt, but you'll see the devil's evidence
In the catacomb home of his edifice.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Abomination's common empathy takes the prominent, marks their entropy.
Make another combination for your enemy, helping their cause for wealth and sovereignty.
Cancerous bone growing into girders. Cadillac cracked catalytic converters.
Glass upon glass, carcinogen intimate. Condominium class gets acquitted of murder.

Hey man, look at how I'm changing. Your little investment aging.
Flesh spectacle rearranging. Doubt I'm the only house you're staging.
I got time in the wall and I'm swimming the gap
In the cavernous call of the chemical cap.
It's a criminal act when you think you're the back of the guy.
Twin peak when you seek another Gemini.

Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually
Gotta hit 'em with the E.D.E. Said Everybody Dies Eventually

Mutational sprouting mechanical veins. Animal brain pays multinational
Syndicate statutes to vindicate ashes, to barter the actual, ration the rational.
Where is the passion? That which is fashionable
Gets you some swag that is actionable. 
Stashing the whole bag that you grabbed now you're holding the cash that they stole.

Bashing the ball with a bat and a chain standing out in the rain an your hear causes steam
To erupt from your body with red incandescence. You're closing your eyelids,
The violent machine.

Blood that's a mixture of carbon and silicon. Harbinger's dilettante Dillinger debutante,
She's coming out with her skeletal vagabond. Can't you tell that the man is just Abaddon?

He appears as a swarm of locusts. Takes your form and takes your focus.
He's a joker that's kinda jokeless, Fakes some smoke and leaves you hopeless.
All the little vermin feed. They're dividing the host and they're guiding her ghost
To a terminal post up inside of a corpse with the carrion flies.
Take an inch in the side of the Prince of Lies.

With the modular insects customize. All the chemicals converting into silica.
You pain will come to pass as stained glass in St. Peter's Basilica.
You stop your shrieking. Your organs lurch.
They make the church. You're Notre Dame.
Make a life as a bourgeois housewife.
Tu deviens la femme maison.

Samples:
1. Taipei Construction Hammer, ilmari_freesound, Freesound (2022)
2. Conform, Siege, Drop Dead (1984)
3. Ole Man Trouble, Otis Redding, Otis Blue (1965)
4. Everyday, Buddy Holly, Single (1957)
5. Leon Theremin Playing his own Instrument (sourced from Youtube)

E.D.E. (Everybody Dies Eventually)

Lyrics

Limited Existence. Is it living or is subsistence?
A silhouette that's in the distance.
They're blocking your goddamn shots like the 89 Detroit Pistons
I watch the cam. I watch the cam.
Observing the genocidal plan.
The juggernaut can't handle who I am. The fuckin ops say
They are tantalized so they must sanitize
The whore they canonize and overanalyze
The shame that they swill from the feminized.
This shame will grow so large it'll make them willing to kill. Can't handle them.

Midwest girls armed with some baseball
Bats swooping back in the ashes of rainfall.
Midwest girls crowned by the halos
Wailing away it's the sound of the angels.
Midwest girls wreathed in black flame.
Imminent attack in the Saginaw campaign.
Midwest girls catch some fish again.
Vicious big bitches gonna capture Michigan.

Good amount of hatred. Feeling like an artists without patrons.
Lifetime of waiting got me impatient.
Doesn't even matter that the NSA assigned me an agent.
Can't stop the ride. Can't stop the ride.
It goes beyond a fundamental pride.
It goes beyond the way I feel inside.
It's now about the fate's insensitive use of evidence
To give the residents anti-providence
And let be known, rather obvious,
The densest man's inadequate and he won't leave you alone. He's comin home.

Midwest girls battin' Hank Aaron.
Makes a satisfying PING like an M1 Garand.
Midwest girl on with the business
Put a little kiss by your name on the hit list.
Midwest girls good in a crisis
Making all the improvised explosive devices.
Midwest Girls inland ocean
Shrouded ships are fast approaching.

It's comin' up. It's comin' up.
Gotta get degrees of dumb enough,
It's going off. It's going off.
Curing the disease with molotovs.
It's happening. It's happening.
After the world unraveling
The javelins are erogenous
Small simulacra of the Lance of Longinus.

Midwest girls taking a deep breath.
Don't know what you thought, but I'm thinking now you seek death.
Midwest Girls enter the tournament.
What'd you think would happen if you give them no alternative?
Midwest girls aren't intangible.
Cornered rats are dangerous animals.
Midwest girls execution.
Spectres settle to electrocution.

Midwest girls crack another cold one.
Beneath the St. Louis Arch is an old one.
Midwest girls storm the Necropolis
Getting at the source of the coming apocalypse.
Midwest girls, hordes of undead.
Who's the hunter? Who's the hunted?
Midwest girls intheir environment.
Divinity defies the eyes of Leviathan.

Samples
1. Phat Planet, Leftfield, Rhythm and Stealth (1999)
2. Blue Jay Way, The Beatles, Magical Mystery Tour (1967)
3. Eddie Floyd, Knock on Wood, Single (1966)
4. Somewhere There, Sun Ra, Outer Spaceways Incorporated (1968)


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